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I Remember Her


I met her at the shelter
she was dark
her eyes were black and empty
her hair hung in hanks and hung nearly to the ground
she deserved someone
she deserved love

we went for a short walk
she lagging further and further behind
her pace was measured and heavy
her head took in only the ground
and not the fine day around her

I spoke in round tones
trying to raise her spirits
she had no spirit

it was lagging behind her somewhere
somewhere where I could not quite see it
her motions and emotions were mechanical
than those of the Living

she stayed in a shelter
this was no sanctuary
she was not at home
there was no love there
it was perfunctory care
she existed

thirty years later I still think about her
she is probably long gone
I cry
I cannot help it


if I could
I'd would hold her now
comfort her
tell her how often I've thought of her
even today 30 years later

then I think what mean consolation that might be
all she wanted was a home
for someone to give that to her

and for someone to hold and love her
simply for just the way she was
broken

I wish I had told her I loved her

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Copyright July 3 2016 All Legal Rights Are Reserved
By This Author/Meloo Melissa A Howells
Straight from her Tilt-a-World (legal copyright to site title)


I deliberately left the language ambiguous.
The reader decides who SHE is.
I am for the outcast and the underdog.


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Love or be loving to the one you're with.
If I have had a bad day, I try this out with
complete strangers...
a compliment, a smile is simple and it works.

Time is precious and you do not know
what positive change you might bring about.
start with accepting people where they are at.
I didn't always get this growing up. Believe me
it is the best present you can give to others and
to yourself. Improve the moment you are in right now,
while you still can.





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